Melting Clocks (Feat. Mick Jenkins & Vic

Lyrics for Melting Clocks (Feat. Mick Jenkins & Vic

Every now and when In the yesteryear, yawn Ancient embryos eternally swing the fishing pole of memory Capturing today, baited by breaths of tomorrow Twice in a blue blood moon We dream of doubtless rhythms To collage our moments, shedding self Quantum futures Past, present always beyond Psychedelic sayings Grounded in storytelling tradition, tardy We measure the space by the changes We wade with waiting tides Moment to moment It be in front or behind A constellation of seeing through Stewed glimpses Blinks of a sneeze The tea kettles voice Water at the brim of boiling The change of a state Murmurs between space The year grew older, the further we saw it A silver strand of breath Eyes as wounds We tell time by how deep we buried the memory We tell time by the space between here and there Sound lingering in the ether Bouncing off the stars and moon We swell and grow in the scrolling distance We tell time by how many excuses you got before you answer Or how we organize the noise We tell time by shading time To love in a place where there's no space or time The length of our laughter lounging Lift every giggling second minute or hour I, too, sing of timelessness I wish you a future with no names Time ain't real no how When you're locked up, there's only two times Daytime and nighttime When all you got is time And folks outside waste time trying to make time There's only beginnings and ends Time is cardiovascular It stay running out In due time What you do with time is your time You don't serve time You get time to serve you How wristwatches continues to sell us the pipe dream of being able to own time How the drummers keep time Just in time Our folk We build the pyramids before 12 o'clock noon and rest in the shade Eating melons, laughing at time What a fool What a fool to think we could ever own time Melting clocks Kill the cocoon The calendar of emotions Melt all the clocks Now all of the G's shocked The shade for the sun dials We hitting the sweet spot His Spirit in my deep breaths Catch us on the bass clef We've been trying to reach depths Even like each step on his own time Always on time No dial tone on the phone line Only prayer hands, gotta use your bare hands And we still cooking even when it's dead pan You can feel full, let 'em watch the TikTok that's an earful Always quite clear when it's in the rearview How a different timezone gon' get near you Minute, month, week, hours It's still true, and it's still Mr Rhythms tend to feel blue When it's real, you don't need the time to clock T Niggas breaking up matsa, it's not sweet Boxes can't see it like a front row Front row can't see it like they on stage And when you in the spotlight you cannot see If it's anything these timetables taught me It's the moment you start keeping that you lost me If I could turn back the hands of time No CIA for Franz Fanon I reverse the bullet to kill them at the marathon The top of the tower of Babylon Sending Nebuchadnezzar to liberate Palestine One for Allah, two for Rahman ir-Raheem I'm Salvador with the Dali shot Spike Lee floating through BK and do the right thing I die fighting the power like radio Raheem Loving my left hand hitting my right Respect the architect, you build to destroy I'm Frank Lloyd rich in every play that I write The native tongues of the sun spittin' radiant light Radiant uranium, the way I'm blazing the mic This is nuclear energy Mommy wah tah, with the Voodoo divinity Ancestral memory Theodor Herzl-, a curse for the enemy With no rehearsal Independent but the flow universal Synesthetic surreal, blues and purples Smoke signals and drum circles